Re: Fill: SPILLED WINE pt2ayebydanJuly 27 2015, 13:31:34 UTC
"Sure. I hope you have fun. Though I finish early on a Wednesday so maybe I could join?" Remus queries. He works in a magical book shop in Manchester with a boss that knows what he is and rotas him off accordingly. It means that Remus has no days off in a certain week but at least he has a job.
Sirius beams. " Perfect! Or if Frank cannot come we can go out anyway and have a couple. I know you work the next day."
Sirius is overenthusiastic with his gestures and his glass topples to the floor. Remus is on his feet before it hits the ground and rushing to the kitchen shouting, "Don't worry, we have white wine so if we throw that down it won't stain!"
By the time he gets back, a whole ten seconds later, Sirius is standing looking amused with a perfectly clean blue carpet between them.
"Magic, Rem. Magic."
Remus feels his cheeks colour. "Oh."
"More wine though. Sounds good. A glass each out of that and we can work just fine. I'll conjure an ice bucket."
Not another word is said about Remus' muggle reaction or anything else. Sirius goes right on to ask Remus about his job and if his store is stocking the leaflets about protecting against Death Eaters yet. Remus replies in the negative and Sirius growls before summoning a notebook and writing something down before taking a drink of his wine.
Sirius goes back to his potatoes and Remus merely sits and stares. This is more than he could ever have hoped for.
Sirius beams. " Perfect! Or if Frank cannot come we can go out anyway and have a couple. I know you work the next day."
Sirius is overenthusiastic with his gestures and his glass topples to the floor. Remus is on his feet before it hits the ground and rushing to the kitchen shouting, "Don't worry, we have white wine so if we throw that down it won't stain!"
By the time he gets back, a whole ten seconds later, Sirius is standing looking amused with a perfectly clean blue carpet between them.
"Magic, Rem. Magic."
Remus feels his cheeks colour. "Oh."
"More wine though. Sounds good. A glass each out of that and we can work just fine. I'll conjure an ice bucket."
Not another word is said about Remus' muggle reaction or anything else. Sirius goes right on to ask Remus about his job and if his store is stocking the leaflets about protecting against Death Eaters yet. Remus replies in the negative and Sirius growls before summoning a notebook and writing something down before taking a drink of his wine.
Sirius goes back to his potatoes and Remus merely sits and stares. This is more than he could ever have hoped for.
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